(David Coverdale & Bernie Marsden)
If you feel the rolling thunder
An' your eyes see lightning strike,

Don't be afraid, just call on me
I'll bring you shelter from the night


When the wind is howling
I'll hold you near,
An' soothe your troubled mind

With a little bit of this,
An' a little bit of that
I'll make you leave all your worries behind


Don't try to hold on to what you got,
'Cos I got what you need

Don't try to hold on, for anyone,
Come on, give it to me


Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
Youngblood...


When you're burning hot with fever
An' you shake down to your bones,

Don't get yourself into a cold sweat
'Cos it's just your bad blood throwing stones
The devil has got your number

An' he wants you hanging on a line,
But, before the night is over, baby
I'm gonna make you mine


Don't try to hold on to what you got,
'Cos I got what you need

Don't try to hold on, for anyone,
Come on, give it to me


Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
I'm coming to get you


Don't try to hold on to what you got,
'Cos I got what you need

Don't try to hold on, for anyone,
Come on, give it to me


Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood...

I'm gonna make you mine...